Page 5 of Binding Breanna

The bald beta has a syringe in his hand, his dark eyes watching my face with so much intensity. “Don’t fight, omega. Just let it take you under.”

I take a step back.

I can’t do this. I need to get out of here!

But before I can take even a single step, my legs give out, and the floor rises. I’m face down on the rough carpet, my vision blurry.

“No,” I manage to mumble the single word before darkness consumes me.

THE WINFRED HOTEL

David

I holdMitchum’s hand as we step inside the Winfred Hotel.

Thirty minutes to go.

I can’t remember the last time I was this amped. This fucking hard.

The lobby has a rather lengthy line to the front desk. I suck in a slow breath through my nose, trying like hell to cling to the last few dregs of patience I have left.

“Soon.” Mitchum squeezes my hand. He’s so good at sensing my agitation. He’s a wonderful partner. So loving and passionate.

“This is going to be an amazing night.” I circle my hand around the back of his neck, holding him close. His woodsy scent fills my lungs as I admire his shoulder-length hair, stunning blue eyes, and cut jawline. He’s so fucking handsome.

I’m a very lucky Alpha.

“Name?” A young blonde beta in a very tight, gray dress smiles as we approach the desk. The small blue neckerchief around her neck makes her look more like a flight attendant than a hostess.

“It’ll be under David Gall,” Mitchum says, slipping off his black wool coat and pumpkin-colored scarf. “I just want to confirm the additional requests we made.” He leans against the counter and I stare down at his firm ass, resisting the urge to squeeze it.

“Here you are.” The beta smiles at the computer screen. “It says here you reserved a single female. Virgin. You chose the bondage package with preselected black lingerie.” A twist of concern lines her brows. “It says that you didn’t request any specific physical characteristics and that you have no issue with your date being on heat-suppressors.” She looks up, glancing between me and Mitchum. “Is that correct?”

“That’s right,” Mitchum says, flashing that charming smile. “We just want young, pure, and tied-the-fuck-up.” He gives me a quick wink and my cock once again twitches. Trying to be discreet, I palm the front of my pants, adjusting the fucking thing. But it does no good. The pressure is too much, making me almost uncomfortable.

“A gentle reminder to not maim or kill the omega,” the beta says as she prepares our keycard. “If you do, your account will automatically be charged for their medical expenses, and there is a hefty fine for anything that results in death.” She plasters a rehearsed smile on her face, waiting for us to acknowledge the agreement.

“Of course,” Mitchum says, acting as if we aren’t planning to snuff the poor girl out before it’s all over. There’s something about the forbidden nature of what we’re planning to do with her that has my cock leaking. Even on a night when Alphas all across the sector can indulge in our wildest fantasies, there are stillrules and codes of conduct. But tonight, me and my sexy mate are going to break all of them.

“Room 1014.” The beta places a keycard on the counter in front of us. “The elevators are to the right.” She points with a flat hand.She definitely looks like a flight attendant. “You’re on the tenth floor. Please consider leaving a tip for the cleaning crew when you’re done. And if the omega really pleases you, you can tip her as well.”

Mitchum immediately takes the key. “Thank you so much.” He flashes his million-dollar smile.

There are a decent number of people already waiting at the elevators. It’s frustrating as hell, but when we finally get on the damn elevator, I realize there are only sixteen minutes left until Game Night starts and the fucking chip in my head is turned off.

My mind begins to swirl with thoughts of slick-soaked sex and the hot prick of virgin blood. But I try to concentrate hard on something else. I don’t want to get zapped right before we start.

The elevator stops at the fourth floor, then the seventh, letting several Alphas off. Finally, Mitchum and I are alone as we head up to the tenth floor. I inhale deeply, letting his woodsy, citrus scent steady my excitement.

“They really don’t want anyone bitching about having to pay a fine,” Mitchum snorts, pointing to a sign above the buttons. He lets out a laugh, reading it like he’s a news anchor. “Reminder: There is an exorbitant fine for maiming or killing your date.” Then he reads the fine print along the bottom, “We have the legal right to remove the funds from your account without prior approval or appeal.”

“They should let us pay the fine upfront,” I say, squeezing my aching cock. “All these bullshit reminders are a bit much. I mean, we did pay to indulge and destroy a perfectly pure pussy. We should be able to pay to destroy whatever else we want, too.”

“I completely agree,” Mitchum says. The elevator dings, and the doors open. It’s not as fluid as it was downstairs. One side of the door sticks, and I have to force it to one side so Mitchum and I can comfortably exit.

My heart races as we step onto the floor. The light directly overhead is bright, allowing you to see the elevator buttons, but the hallways to the left and right are bathed in dark red lighting.

“Are they going for a haunted house vibe?” Mitchum laughs as we follow the signs to our room.

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